I became an immortal in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 127 I met a deity today!

"Jiang Langjun——"

Wu Sheng took two steps forward, staring blankly at the scar on the monk's neck. He opened his mouth, a thousand thoughts racing through his mind.

This monk must be the same one who was killed by the King of Hedong in the past few days.

Jiang She looked up and noticed something.

He smiled and said gently, "It was just a story, a coincidence. Why do you have to take it so seriously, Mr. Wu?"

He then laughed and said:

"Having seen the scenery today, I'll head back now."

"See you again if we are destined."

Say it.

The three people, the cat, and the donkey slowly got up and walked away.

After a long while, Wu Daozi was able to lift his legs and look at the few distant figures on the snow.

Saw it.

It turns out there really was a master...

Beside him, the Stone Goddess Temple was still filled with a constant stream of worshippers.

Some people crowded at the front, offering incense and praying to the gods, muttering words of blessing. Others, clearly wealthy, sat on the decorated pavilion, gazing at the temple from top to bottom, discussing with the craftsmen how to repair it and whether to gild the statues.

Many people sit in front of that earthen wall, engrossed in copying a "calligraphy rubbing".

"Young master, please move aside, could you spare a spot?"

Someone, rubbing their belly, squeezed past him and spoke to a vendor selling flatbreads not far away:

"Any more pancakes? Give me two."

Wu Daozi slowly exhaled, his breath creating white mist in the cold wind.

He came to his senses and realized how cold it was. He had been sitting there talking to people for who knows how long, and unconsciously tightened his collar.

My stomach started growling.

Wu Daozi stood up and brushed off the dust and snowflakes covering his body.

He walked up to the pancake vendor, placed his hand on his money bag, and said, "Do you have any more pancakes? I'll have two."

The vendor looked at him; he wore narrow-sleeved clothes and was dressed like a scholar.

The vendor laughed.

"There's only one pancake left. Is that alright, my lord?"

Wu Daozi didn't mind; he just wanted to find something to fill his stomach.

"Take it."

"Six coins."

The vendor picked out the last cake, carefully wrapped it in dried bamboo leaves, handed it to the other man, and accepted six Kaiyuan Tongbao coins in return. He thoughtfully added a note:
"Eating outside here can easily cause you to catch a cold and hurt your spleen and stomach. You should go inside the temple to eat and avoid the cold wind."

After saying that, the vendor sold out his goods, happily and carefully put away all the money in the cloth bag, tightened the bag, and placed it in an inconspicuous place.

Pushing the cart, they slowly made their way back to the village.

I made quite a bit of money today. Selling food outside the temple is much easier than doing business in the city. I'll have to count how much I earned when I get home.

If the Stone Goddess Temple could have this many people every day, it would be like money falling from the sky.

On the way, someone even greeted him.

"Give me a pancake—"

The vendor waved his hand with a smile.

"Sold out! Sold out! I'll be back tomorrow, still with freshly made sesame cakes, fragrant and delicious. Please come and support me!"

Wu Daozi watched as the peddler pushed his cart away.

He also went into the temple, found a secluded corner to sit down, and ate the now lukewarm bread.

Looking at the crooked stone statue.

But Wu Daozi kept thinking about the story Mr. Jiang had told him. He ate his pancake and thought, "No wonder the monk respected those two so much."

He sat in this corner.

While eating flatbread, one can hear the discussions in the temple.

"I heard that Zhang Guolao rode a white donkey that day and stopped the temple to smash it."

"No and no."

"That's not what I heard. It's like the paper that so many people outside the temple copied was written by a deity, but nobody knows what it says."

"In short, this temple must not be smashed."

"It's the same thing. Zhang Guolao was speaking on behalf of his friend. That piece of paper outside was written by his friend!"

Old man.

White donkey.

Friends...

And then there was the resurrected monk…

Everything I had just seen connected together.

A word to wake up the dreamer.

Wu Daozi was alarmed.

The half-eaten flatbread he was holding fell to the ground with a thud.

…… ……

Jiang She had already strolled back slowly.

Zhang Guolao laughed from the side: "I'm afraid that painter has already figured out how the monk came to be."

Jiang She said, "His name should be Wu Daozi, a great painter in the world."

"That powerful?"

Jiang She nodded.

They passed through the gate and reached the alley entrance. Jiang She stopped and looked at the storyteller sitting at his small table, having already told a story once.

He was chatting with the diners.

Listening from afar.

"Well, I'm lucky today, I met some kind people."

The guest, holding up his chopsticks, pressed for more information.

The storyteller put down his teacup and laughed, "Haha, I, Liu Zimo, have also obtained a few pieces of fine calligraphy, and what's written on them is quite extraordinary..."

Jiang She listened for a while.

My mood improved a bit.

Before the group had eaten, Zhang Guolao volunteered, saying that he had stored up a lot of food and could eat whatever he wanted.

Jiang She thought for a moment about what was sold in the nearby neighborhoods.

"How about some cured pork?"

Zhang Guolao was thinking of spirit fruits, spirit rice, and spirit wine—food for immortals—and at the very least, dragon liver and phoenix marrow, delicacies and rare dishes.

The old man paused for a moment, then agreed.

"Cured meat is fine!"

Jiang She returned home.

The mountain god went into the mountains to meditate and recuperate.

Li Bai and Yuan Danqiu had been visiting friends these past few days, telling them the story of the haunted house several times. They also mentioned that the rat spirit in the house could sweep snow and was intelligent enough to understand human nature.

I almost always come back at night.

When they return, they are often beaming with pride and radiant with joy. They often bring back rare delicacies and local specialties.

With that thought in mind, Jiang She went to check out the kitchen.

There were still some ingredients in the kitchen, which had been there for a few days, but thankfully they hadn't spoiled.

I gathered turnips, mutton, and dogwood, and cooked them together in a pot. Steam rose from the pot, creating a wisp of smoke that drifted into the kitchen.

Turnips look a bit like radishes.

Cats find everything fascinating and keep sniffing it.

When Jiang She boiled water for the mutton.

The cat kept looking under the pot, staring at the blazing fire, very curious. It even tried to crawl inside to take a look, but its whiskers got burned by the flames, and it hurriedly climbed back out.

He was covered in wood ash.

Jiang She picked up a handkerchief and used it to wipe its face.

"I told people today that I have to choose my own name."

Jiang She sighed: "But we don't even recognize a few characters yet, what are we going to do?"

The cat remained silent.

The black cat didn't struggle even when someone wiped its face with a damp cloth. Its ears were tightly closed, and its eyes looked left and right, but it wouldn't look at Jiang She.

"I learned another word today, that's really impressive."

Jiang She praised it.

After wiping the cat's grimy face, he looked at the blanched mutton while finding a dry twig in front of the stove to start a fire and drew a few lines on the ground.

"That's how it's written..."

The cat meowed.

These are words it recognizes, and it gradually began to look at them more attentively.

When the mutton was halfway cooked and the lesson was almost finished, the courtyard gate creaked open, and Zhang Guolao returned from the market with a whole piece of cured meat.

This stuff is very fragrant just by boiling it in a pot.

The table was filled with the aroma of hot food.

The mutton was carefully stewed, absorbing the sweetness of the turnips and becoming less greasy. The turnips were also soft and juicy, and every bite was full of meaty flavor. Jiang She preferred spicy food, so he used dogwood to season it, adding a stimulating spiciness.

The cat lowered its head, focusing solely on eating the meat.

The turnip stew with mutton was very hot, and he ate it with gusto, then blew on the hot food in the cool breeze.

While eating what was in their bowls, they craned their necks to peek into the pot, trying to see how much meat was left.

Zhang Guolao also had a hearty meal.

In the cold weather, eating a warm pot of mutton and then some boiled cured meat made me feel incredibly comforted. This stuff tasted much better than spirit fruits and spirit rice.

Halfway through.

He remembered to ask.

"Sir, you said you only know two spells. Are you just trying to fool that stone spirit?"

【Ask for monthly ticket】

(End of this chapter)